I grew up on a farm, where we spent our days running free/ amok around the garden and neighbouring fields, playing in the hay barns, searching for four leaf clovers and playing ‘poo sticks’ by the river. I have a very distinct memory of lying amongst the...

This blog post first appeared on the Huffington Post For many years, I thought of myself as someone who is NOT a public speaker. Sitting at the introvert end of the scale, I often found myself quaking in my boots at the thought of merely introducing myself in a work...

Increasingly as I get older I find myself thinking about and questioning the provenance of the things which I consume. Where has my food come from? Have the animals been treated well? Are my cosmetics natural and paraben free? I’ve even switched to a new brand...